Abducting Heidi

left, Pembroke had been pleasantly surprised to receive a note. "See you at your hotel, 11.30, F". Frieda had gone home with her daughter and her husband. Heidi gushed about how much s

d, and masturbated furiously. Soon, the gorgeous young nymphet would be his, and her gold digging mother would be out of his life for good! Pembroke had thought to order a prostitute, but st

every inch of her perfect form: from her neck to her breasts, down her toned stomach, and into the warm, inviting space between her legs. "Make love to me, Edward," she begged him. Pembroke eagerly obliged, losing himself in the taste and texture of her slick petals. The combination of sweetness and tanginess was intoxicating as he delved deeper into her core. Frieda moaned in pleasure as she wrapped her thighs around his head, running her fingers through his thick wavy hair and feelin

e. But Frieda, I feel so ... bad. Eldar ... he is a friend.' 'Eldar doesn't have friends. He never mentioned you before. He thinks of people like you as units he can move around, trust me,' Frieda said, sitting up and staring into his eyes. 'I wish I could leave him, but I need his money. Soon, though. Now that Heidi is eighteen.' Her breasts swayed gently, her hard n*ppl*s brushing over his ches

eyes. "He is a pervert, I think he wants my daughter, Heidi, I cannot prove it. But I know it. I catch him looking at her. She complains that her panties go missing all the time. I feel so bad I have put her in danger by being with him." "'You sound like a good mother,' Pembroke said, kissing her blonde hair. 'I can tell your daughter means everything to you. Why not leave him, then?' 'Maybe I should,' Frieda murmured, considering his words.

t. You need a woman to look after you." She kissed him on the mouth. She wondered, co

legs. He cupped her breasts again, kissing her more passionately. With a firm grip, he pushed he

y from her husband, he might, according to his pre-nup, avoid having to pay her anything. She would be happy as would Eldar. But as he pumped harder, he told himself this could not happen. He had made a profess

bouncing as she put on her thong again. 'Why don't we meet tomorrow before I leave?' Pembroke suggested. 'I'd love that,' Frieda replied, grinning. 'But I have to be careful. I've

reassured him as she fastened her bra and hugged him tightly. Pembroke enjoyed her aroma once more. He was making plans, he would make sure she disappeared, but wondered again if he could find a place for her among his merchandise, or even as a tr

ern. "She's a big girl, but I'd hate for her to be alone and unprotected while you're with me. Munich can be a bit unpredictable." Frieda's expression softened with concern. "I know she's eighteen, but she's still my baby girl. I worry about her, especially when I'm not around." Pembroke nodded thoughtfully. "I completely understand. Maybe ...

g for her. You could tell her it's a reward for her performance, something you planned in advance. That way, she'll be excited and won't question why she's going there alone."

ed his work. He was pleased to have received a full update on Elena Mazzola-20 years old, a college dropout, living with flatmates in a run-down part of Munich. Her social media pictures revealed a nice body, and his cyber expert, Konrad Fischer, had been working hard to gather more intel on her. However, more hard information was needed. Pembroke

he girls' cell was eerily quiet despite the presence of sixteen naked females lying or sitting close together. The skylights revealed that it was night, but the artificial lights remained on, making it nearly impossible for many of the girls to sleep. The stress, anxiety, and misery of their situation weighed heavily on them. Another limiting factor was the collars each girl

am in terror, haunted by visions of the snakes. Desperate, she would call out for her parents, begging for their protection, but each time she uttered a word, the collar around her throat would activate, cutting her cries short with a strangled y

's eyes drifted to the cell wall, up to the skylight where a faint hint of moonlight filtered through, and she wondered if she would ever be free again. Her gaze shifted to the top of the walls, where a chilling montage of friendly family photos was displayed, each image relating to one of the girls. She saw the smiling faces

innocently-in the kidnapping of a young woman in Paris. The scandal had tarnished his reputation, pushing him to establish his own practice. Now, he relied heavily on the business of his client and newfound friend, Edward Pembroke. This morning, he was busy arranging permits for Pembroke's latest exports out of Munich. As he worked, Clemence's eyes wandered to the photograph of his granddaughter, Clare Carnot. Tea

rofitable. While Clemence harbored suspicions that Pembroke might be involved in smuggling drugs, he rationalized that it was harmless

as harmless entrepreneurs like Pembroke. Little did he know, the man he trusted and worked for was not only re

nce's voice faltered. "Thank you so much for this last-minute work. I don't know what we would do without you!" "Not a problem.

r out of my mind-where she might be. I have been tracing that wretched Algerian. How can he roam free?" "Justice will prevail," Pembroke said sternly over the phone. "Clemence, I t

ctly guessing that a pretty missing girl might have ended up in his stockroom. That someone was, Pembroke chuckled to himself, a major Parisian lawyer and rival of Mr. Carnot. Poor Mr. Carnot, Pembroke thought wit

versations between the girls, including Clare. His gaze settled on the video feed, where he noted with satisfaction the bloody welts across Zeynip's b